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ayo this my latest shit, prolly gonna be on a mixtape ama drop soon, tell me what yall think plz, leave feedback

Tha Block - Axe

New ride, hoo-ride dumping out the roof so who die?/
You? You a busta, in ya fake chucks, police dick sucker/
Imma bring ruckus, ruff like Tyson, mice and men/
We aint friends, we just after the same end/
I see deeper, than heaters and beefers/
Im seen as evil, lethal, homies is deceitful/
So its vital to my survival to be homicidal/
But its not like we alone cuz, some is born thugs/
Praying to Jesus hoping he hear us, redeem us/
Please lead us, we being defeated, feeling feeble and fetal/
Even as a fetus, destined to be arrested/
ama try to contest it, but shits hectic/
Leaving me restless, spray my gang sign on ya neckbrace/
Take ya necklace, face the facts/
No more time to relax, we statistics, going ballistic/
Yea ill risk it, cuz I got nothing to loose/
Even in my youth I was soon to suit up with troop/
I’ll wilde out, and tear ya whole set inside out/
Busters talk bout making us ride out/
We eternal, like an inferno, fire is life/
And I might die, if I get burned tonight/
Face my linguistics, I spit mystic/
Horrific, scripted as a spic kid/
If I’m on ya hit list, get this/
You my bitch kid/
I’m what yall is scared of, bewaring of/
Real hombres is too rare cuz/
You can get lifted, in an instant/
The jigs up, my gun shots’ll make you hick up/
Bitch what? No more games like g-unit/
Its nothing kid, I’m busting, hustling shit/
But life’s a beautiful struggle like Talib did/


On the hot block with a pocket full of rock I’m hustling/
My set will Drop cops its nothing/
In a low-low so don’t step, loco that’s my rep/
We ride with eses, so your threats can’t affect me/
You lucky, I’m blessed, police can’t arrest me/
Fuck it its do or die, new school pulling drive by’s/
Its real on my block, we got glocks popping shots/
And hombres with familias is the same that’ll kill ya/
Tengo hambre y sed, I gotta hustle or I’m dead/
That’s the life I was given, filled with sinning/
May I be forgiven for this life of mine/
In times of crime, shit is hard coming up as a youngsta/
Rollin with the thugstas, Soy un Soldado Azul/
The rest of yall is fools, they yelling I’m a felon/
Even the reverend telling me I aint making it to heaven/
When I was seven, my homie got his collar popped/
And since then, shit bin strictly for the block/
I aint never trust a cop, never will/
cuz homies is getting killed, that’s real/
And we aint getting help, we getting kept, locked to our blocks/
Trying to get out slangin rock, but enemies watch/
All my killas dreaming of villas, hundred dolla billas/
Nobody’s realer, but its time for a new day/
cuz I hate getting payed the wrong way/

I got pumps that dump, no Reeboks/
You get shot, its nothing kid/
We keep running shit/
It’s all business, but in a instant, life can’t stop/
I’m still risking, nearly getting missed by shots/
I aint chicken, I’m the block promoter/
Hope to rise to the level/
Fuck what you think is right so I might be a rebel/
All I know fo sho, is past the phonies, ama always have my homies/
And that’s as real as it gets homeboy/
We brothers, what you trying to kill me for? /
Huh hermano? But its life, we killing ourselves/
Over wealth, riches’ll make em switch to snitches/
We fishes, cops got hooks, and we can’t look past the water/
Blocks is only getting hotter, this started years ago/
But I don’t think the tears is done yo/
Cash flow is so slow, so I can’t breath/
Fuck weed, I need my mind clear/
Future is so near, straight balling even though we falling/

Holla!
paz y gracias

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[size=09pt]Dope shit, dawg. I like the non-typcial rhyme format, personally. I like the twist of spanish too...good to see other Latino MC's out there reppin'. Keep doin' your thing, homes. Stay up, Peace*[/size]

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yea vato gracias, ama keep it raza

paz